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Updated: June 11, 2025
"I didn't plot none," says I. "I was only hoping she'd forget all about it and get married and settle down." "Forget about what? Did she have any affairs that you knew about?" I nods then. I was glad to get it off'n my mind. "Yes," says I; "she did." "Who was it, Curly?" says he, quiet. "It was the man next door the Wisners' hired man," says I.
If you didn't like to work much riding or anything in the movies," says he, "you could be taken leaning kind of careless on our gate and looking over the Wisners' fence for instance, talking to their hired man.... Don't you dig my head no more, kid," says he. "I ain't no bomb-proof, like you think." "Dad," says Bonnie Bell, "I ain't going to comb your head no more." "Why?" says he.
In two or three days it was easy enough to see what the Wisners was going to do: They was going to cut out the herd law and fence in their own range. It wasn't a fence at all. It was a wall they built, day after day a regular wall! Pretty soon it was up as high as our second-story window, and it keep on a-going. It took them weeks to finish it.
Nothing much happened around our place for a little while. I didn't see nobody from the Wisners' and I didn't care to. Kind of from force of habit I used to walk up and down the line fence once in a while, just to have a eye on it. I done that one evening and walked back towards our garridge, for it seemed to me I heard some sort of noise down that way.
Likewise, I've fixed up a few things for my faithful servitor aforesaid, Henry Absalom Wilson which is you, Curly. I give you only enough for cigarette money," says he; "never mind how much. And as for them two," says he "her and the Wisners' hired man not a cent! Not a damned cent! I'll show him!
"Curly," says she, "you're only a cowpuncher, ain't you?" "That's all," says I. "Well, that accounts for you not having no sense at all," says she. Really, that fence must of hurt the Wisners as bad as it done anybody else. Us having plenty of ground, our house wasn't built so close to the line as theirs was. The fence must of cut off more light for them than it did for us.
Yes," says Katherine. "They didn't speak for a while. You know, Honey, the Wisners are among our best people. But then, mommah's a Daughter of the Revolution and a Colonial Dame, and a Patriot Son, or something of the sort besides. Mrs. Wisner, she's only a Daughter and not a Dame; so she doesn't rank quite as high as mommah. Some said that she faked her ancestors when she come in too.
It was a right fine place for me probably not. Here I was, foreman under full pay, and bound to play on the level with the boss, to say nothing of the long time I'd worked for him. Of course I ought to tell him all about that Wisners' hired man; but how could I? It come to a question whether I liked the boss best or Bonnie Bell, which is no fair place to put a man.
"Them was the folks that set over at the table that Henderson pointed out to us tonight. He's the biggest packer in Chicago, president or something in about all the banks and everything else there ain't no better people than what the Wisners are. And don't we live right next door to 'em? Can you beat it? That's why the land cost so much.
One day I went down to the boathouse about the middle of the afternoon, expecting to meet her out on the dock. All at once I hear voices out there, one of them hers. I stopped then, wondering who could of got on our dock. There wasn't no way from the Wisners' yard to get on our dock now, because the door into their boathouse had been nailed up.
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